Today I did some quilting. It felt really good, even though I didn't really make as much progress as I was kinda hoping I would. But to be fair, some cutting, strip piecing about 18 metres of seams, pressing it all, chopping it back into little bits and getting it sorted as I sewed those little bits in pairs is probably about what you would expect from 3 hours of work. Especially if you did some babysitting, cooked and ate lunch and watched TV as you were doing it. If I hadn't had to go to work I think I would have gotten the top done, but oh well. Now that I am feeling like quilting again, I' happy to wait till tomorrow to do some more work on it, whereas before I would have been bummed that the damn thing wasn't done already.
Of course, there is the problem of the two half done bags that I'm now feeling that way about. I'm not very good at balancing my passions. It's something I need to work on.